Island of calm in a river of chaos.

Just so you all know, we're fine.

The snow has drifted high, but is slowly being moved out of the way. The rivers around us are rising, but we are on high ground, so there is very little fear for our persons and possessions. It's not as cold as you would think.

There is one amusing anecdote, however. North of here, there are a couple of rivers that sound like a mob hit: The Knife goes into the Heart, and then they dump into the Missouri.

More later.